My goodness. This man. This year has been more challenging than we had anticipated. My pregnancy was hard. A lot harder than the first time and certainly harder than we thought it would be. But this man was so faithful and loving to me. Holding me as I cried, picking up the slack around the house, taking on so much with Elliot when I was too big and tired to move, pushing me when I needed to be pushed, and really, very earnestly, pointing me to Jesus. And now, here we are, with two precious boys. And my heart grows and leaps for him even more. Seeing him holding, loving, playing with and rejoicing over our children... oof, my heart.
Adam, my dear, you are so much of my heart.
